?My fists clench as a slow burning fire begins burning.
?“You need?” I repeat. Quietly and through my teeth. He takes a step back and confusion flashes across his face. “Well, what Ineedis for you to tell me why you all thought I was a spy.”
?A wall goes up behind his eyes. Distinct, and I notice it. I can see it.Feelit.
?Castiel’s presence comes up behind me as I dig my nails into my palms now. Not flinching from the red devil’s stare because I cansee it.
?The metallic mask. The slightly shorter red tinged hair. The black cloak and boots and so much rage.
?Fury.
?Wrath. . . for killing that blood witch and being able to dominate him. I was able to dominate the Death Devil and it wrecked him.
?Another question filters through my mind about those fractured images from my memory I can almost remember.
?Why didn’t they die when I wrote their deaths?
?I twist that fourth key. “Are you the reason I’m here?”
?Was he able to somehow prevent my death blow to whoever that other man is? His father, brother, son? A connection to the rebels and maybe the reason they thought I was a spy. Except they couldn’t think I’m a spy from the Mage Board because Thorne and Callahan’s father’s sit in two of the seats.
?A spy from the rebels? But he’s connected to them.
?His lips don’t move and I whorl on the demigod whose aura is tightly coiled around himself. Caution and worry warringon his face with his hands open and faced slightly outward. As if he’s ready to grab me if something happens.
?I cock my head at him like I did Varian and curl just the left side of my lips up to reveal a hint of my fangs. His body tenses at it.
?“Do you think you can stop me if something were to happen, demigod?”
?Light flickers within his dark eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you, Mavyn, but I need you to calm down so we can speak civilly and figure out what is happening.”
?I slowly release a breath and look down to the ground, taking my eyes off of them.
?Calm down.
?I need to calm down, he says. Does he not know?
?“This is calm,” I whisper, before release that carefully controlled restraint oneverything. “This is not.”
?More aura explodes as what is already released fractures along the walls and ceiling. Those four keys within turn and their doors are thrown open. Blue belladon suffocates. The berry-sweet scent with a cut of florals and hint of cream smothers the space until all you can do is choke on it.
?My heart beats and the ground rumbles with the tempo. My blood rushes and we begin to hear rain and thunder as it flows with my pace.
?Calm down.
?Control.
?They have no idea.
?Just like that bone witch had no idea about what pain was.
?I remember.
?“I remember,” I whisper. “His voice. It sounds exactly like yours.”
?And when I look up at my red devil I’m struck with how they all could believe I don’t know what control is.
?Then I turn it all off. Just like flipping a switch.
